Of course, the town was elated to hear the news of the Farmer's pregnancy. The news spread quickly, not to the couple's surprise.
Emily had offered to make baby clothes, and when she heard about Luna's awful morning sickness, she gave her homemade remedies to help ease her discomfort. They didn't work, and the smell alone made the young woman nauseous, but she didn't have the heart to tell Emily that.
Harvey seemed a bit upset that the couple didn't come to him first, Luna having to reassure him that she was not upset with him, and yes she will try to make the next appointment at his clinic as soon as the moment arise.
The attention wasn't as bad as Sebastian had expected. Though he could have gone without the hour-long one-sided conversation from Elliot about children's book recommendations, and how he was just so inspired to write one and dedicate it to the baby. It wouldn't have been so bad had it not been raining, and Sebastian wasn't craving his quiet time.
Luna's bump was, becoming a bit more noticeable. She was still tiny and was only noticeable when she wore tighter clothes. Sebastian would catch her on a few occasions staring at her baby bump in the mirror while getting dressed. He couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. She was a lot further along now. Four months to be exact. The two often found themselves spitballing names back and forth to pass the time. They'd like the name for a day, even write them down for safekeeping, before changing their minds the next day, setting them back to square one. They never realized they were this picky.
They were currently seated on the front porch bench, watching the rain pour. Luna was practically in her husband's lap, head on the crook of his neck, the comforting sound of rain, and the warm embrace of her husband lulling her to sleep.
"I'd like to get a sidecar for the bike." Sebastian had said.
Luna hummed, not quite asleep, not quite awake.
"Maybe when the baby's older, the three of us could go for a ride."
An image of a toddler that looked exactly like Sebastian, leather jacket and shades, riding in a sidecar, flashed through her mind and she couldn't help but snort.
"That sounds too adorable." She mumbled; voice laced with amusement. "Can we get them a cute motorcycle jacket too?"
She felt him chuckle at that, "Sure. Maybe some biker boots to go with it."
"Our baby's going to be a badass."
Now it was Sebastian's turn to snort. "Of course. They'll have us as parents."
"They'll learn only the best swears from us." Luna laughed, earning a chuckle from Sebastian.
They sat a bit longer, the rain relaxing the couple in comfortable silence. The fog of the rain mixed with the colorful crops on the farm made for a beautiful scene.
"Think of any good names yet?" Sebastian asked, interrupting the somber silence.
"Nope." Luna said, popping the 'p,' "How about you?"
He leaned his head back in thought, eyes closed in concentration. He looked so tranquil. His hair was slightly curly from the humidity in the air, brows furrowed in concentration. Luna couldn't help but admire his attractive profile. She loved seeing him so calm and at peace.
"Rayne." He finally said, breaking her out of her love-struck stupor.
"Huh?" She blinked back in confusion.
He blushed, looking away, "Well… I was just thinking. The rain's been… kind of a special thing for us." He paused. Despite being married, for a year and a half, he'd still get rather bashful whenever he tried to open himself up, "We met in the rain… and I proposed in the rain."
Luna smiled at the memories. They had met at the beach, the week after she'd just moved to Pelican Town. It had been raining, meaning her crops would be watered, but she needed to find a way to pass the time. She had decided to go fishing at the docks on the beach. That's when she'd first met Sebastian. He was distant then. He hadn't really left a good first impression.
"Of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?"
She remembers him saying something like that to her. Hard to believe someone she thought to be so far away would be the man she's currently sitting on the lap of. The man she'd promise her life to. The man who greets her with the softest of smiles whenever he saw her. The father of their unborn baby.
"You put a lot of thought into that name huh." Luna smiled, giving her husband a peck on the cheek. "I like it."
"Yeah?" He finally looked at her, brows raised in surprise.
"Yeah." She sighed blissfully, "It's got a nice ring to it."
He smiled, resting his chin atop her curly brown hair. The two enjoyed the atmosphere of the peaceful rainfall in a comfortable silence a little while longer.
The strange occurrence happened when he woke up one night, his wife's side of the bed empty. Looking over at the clock he noticed it was three in the morning. While it was normal for him to be up this early—rather it is due to a nightmare, buzzed off coffee, or simply staying up to meet deadlines—his wife was typically out like a light by nine. So, the fact that she wasn't in bed worried him a bit.
He stumbled out of bed with the grace of a drunken gazelle, stumbling a few times, eyes still blurred with sleep. Making his way to the living room, he noticed the kitchen light was on. He followed it, eyes finally adjusting to the world around him.
Entering the kitchen, he was graced by the image of his wife at the kitchen table, a tub of strawberry ice cream in hand, the dog curled at her feet peacefully.
Luna was caught mid-bite, a spoon of the cold desert hovering inches away from her mouth. She looked like a child who'd just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He would have found the scene amusing if he weren't so tired.
"Did I wake you?" She asked sheepishly.
It took Sebastian a moment to realize his wife had spoken to him, "No, but um…" He cleared his throat trying to sound more awake, "Why are you still up?"
"Couldn't sleep." She shrugged, trying to look nonchalant but Sebastian could see the slight embarrassment on her face.
She had probably woken up with cravings for some strawberry ice cream and was hoping to sneak some in the middle of the night, her sleeping husband being none the wiser. Sebastian had originally thought the pregnancy cravings were just an exaggerated stereotype. He didn't remember his mother experiencing them with Maru. But then again, he was probably too young to fully understand what a pregnancy even was.
Luna's cravings weren't too bizarre. She seemed to have developed a mild addiction to strawberries. Just the other day he had to stop her from eating her whole harvest of the fruit, so she'd at least have something left to sell Pierre.
With a sigh, Sebastian sat in the chair next to his wife, head plopped on the table. He heard a muffled giggle as she poked his ear.
"You can go back to bed." She said. True. He could have. But he wanted her to be with him. He found her presence comforting. He also enjoyed how she'd cuddle with him in her sleep, but he was too shy to admit that aloud.
When her husband gave no sign that he was moving, Luna placed a spoon in front of him, her way of inviting him to join her, before resuming her ice cream binge. He looked at the spoon reluctantly, wanting to just carry his wife to bed and go back to sleep. But he knew she was stubborn, and he was mostly awake now, so he'd might as well indulge. Sighing in defeat, he picked up the spoon and joined his wife in demolishing the frozen desert.